i had to pull out his resume for those that don't know

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do how rfa+v+Saeran would react to seeing old self harm scars on MC or MC relapsing? I am almost 1 year clean from Self harming but today is one of those bad days I get urges to do it. If you don't feel comfortable doing this it's okay :) Hope you have a good day and keep working hard 💪🏼❤

i’m so proud of you for staying clean so long, i know how hard it is!! i have scars myself from 1-2 years ago, so this was comforting for me to write as well :) i hope it helped you feel a bit better, remember that you deserve being happy! ❤ i’m always here if you need someone to talk to 

Trigger warning: self harm

Zen (this turned out really long whoops)

  • A lot of his fans were jealous of you, so you got a lot of hate for being “to ugly and fat for Zen”
  • You were home alone as he was at rehearsal, so he couldn’t scold you for looked down at your thighs in disgust
  • They were faint, but the old scars on them gave you an idea. You hadn’t done it in a long time, but you remembered that it did feel calming to a certain degree
  • You went to the bathroom, popped out a blade from your razor, took a deep breath and let yourself feel that familiar burning
  • Suddenly you heard the front door open and Zen’s voice telling you he was home early
  • You scrambled to find something to wipe the blood away with, and ended up just messily wiping it away with a paper towel before pulling on a pair of his sweatpants and going out to greet him
  • He smiled when he saw you, then frowned
  • “Princess, I feel rude to ask, but are you on your period? You’ve got blood on your pants”
  • Shocked, you looked down and saw that the cuts appearantely were too deep for your messy wiping, so there was quickly growing blood spots on your legs
  • Zen was no stranger to people with bad mental health around him as he was a public figure, so he quickly suspected what you had done
  • When he saw that the spots got bigger his fears were confirmed, and you saw his entire face fall
  • “I-I can explain…”
  • He cupped your face and looked straight into your eyes with the saddest look you had ever seen 
  • “Listen here… I know a lot of my fans don’t treat you right, is that it?”
  • His worried stare was too intense, so you looked down with tears in your eyes and just nodded
  • He sighed and pulled you close to him, kissing your head
  • “I love you so much, it hurts me too… But harming yourself won’t do anything good, you understand that? Can I see..?”
  • Hesitantely, you nodded again and pulled down the pants so he could see, and he got down on his knees and started kissing your thighs, not caring that they were bloody
  • “I love every single part of you, you understand that? Let’s go clean and wrap this up, I will protect you. Even if it’s from yourself”


  • He convinced you to cook with him
  • You were supposed to make cookies, but the only thing you managed to make was a total mess
  • By the time you finally got them into the oven, you both had dough and flour all over from the food war you had
  • He offered to clean some up from you, and when you agreed he blushed and kissed you
  • When you smiled into the kiss because he tasted like cookie dough, he gained confidence and slowly pushed you back to the wall, where he pinned your wrists over your head
  • You moaned softly in suprise as he wasn’t usually this dominant and it was really hot I’m always a slut for dominant Yoosung
  • Wanting to see what effect he had on you he pulled away for just a second, when his eyes were pulled to where he was holding your wrists
  • The sleeves you usually made sure were always covering your scars had rolled down to your elbows, revealing all of them
  • You saw his eyes go from filled with lust to filled with worry, and you looked away from him in shame
  • “They’re all old… Right?”
  • You nodded and he sighed relieved, before he hugged you tight
  • “You mean so much for me, I don’t want you to ever feel like that again. Please talk to me if you feel bad, okay? Can you promise me that?”
  • You agreed and he kissed your head
  • “I think it’s time for cookies and cuddles”


  • You had such a crush on her, but she was either really oblivious or just didn’t like you back
  • No matter what the reason was, it really hurt and you couldn’t help but feel insecure when all of your flirting got turned down
  • You really didn’t want to stoop so low as to go back to your old self harm habits, but it was so hard
  • In addition to the fact that you lived with her, the stress of running a café and your parents not accepting that you had a crush on a girl, it all got too much for you
  • One day when she was grocery shopping, you couldn’t help but find a small knife in the kitchen, locking your bedroom door and resume your old habit
  • You tried to keep them relatively shallow so they would heal quicker and lower your risk of getting caught, but once you started you found it hard to stop
  • You sobbed softly but because of that you didn’t hear Jaehee return from the store
  • Not finding you in the couch where she left you, she wandered around the appartment untill she heard you and stopped in front of your room
  • “MC? What’s wrong?”
  • When you didn’t answer she got worried, found a spare key and unlocked the door with a warning
  • You didn’t even bother trying to hide what you were doing, you just hung your head in shame as she gasped in shock
  • “W-what do you think you’re doing? Give me that knife!”
  • She quickly took it from you, ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit and found you full on crying on the bed
  • Putting bandages on your wrists she softly said “Shh… I don’t know why you did this and you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but please know that this isn’t going to make anything better”
  • When this just made you cry harder, she kissed your newly bandaged wrist
  • “I… I care way too much about you to see you like this, you should know that. Please come to me if you ever feel like this, okay? I can’t ever lose my reason for happiness”


  • Whenever the two of you made out, you would always stop him when his hands started roaming under your shirt
  • Which he thought was fair, considering that your relationship was still new and you probably just weren’t comfortable enough with him yet
  • A few weeks after you started dating he offered to take you on a vacation, figuring you needed it after the stress of the party and hacker and all that
  • With Elizabeth the 3rd safely at V’s house and a mansion by a private beach rented for the weekend, he wanted to spend some time alone with you
  • He was suprisingly fond of the beach and wanted you to take you swimming there, but you kept declining
  • Kind of upset, he asked if there was any spesific reason why
  • You shrugged it off and said that you just weren’t in the mood, that you were tired and wanted to nap instead
  • He encouraged you to do as you pleased, not showing how hurt he was that you declined his offer
  • An hour or so after you had fallen asleep, he got bored and went to check on you and saw you sleeping, your shirt riled up revealing dozens of scars on your belly
  • His heart broke when he realized that was probably why you were so insecure about intimacy and going swimming
  • Careful not to wake you up, he hovered over you on bed and kissed your stomach
  • Despite his efforts you still woke up, and squeeled suprised when you saw him practially praising your biggest insecurity
  • “Kitten, I don’t ever want to see you do this again, but please understand that I love everything about you and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re like a tiger, these stripes show that you are strong. Promise to not hide yourself from me anymore, okay?”


  • Yet again he was doubting your love and pushing you away
  • He yelled when you tried to hug him, not knowing that the reason why you were clingy was that you were feeling like shit and needed to be comforted
  • You knew you were overreacting when you stopped by the bathroom to get a razor before returning to your shared bed (that he rarely used), but it just hurt so much that he didn’t trust you even after months of living together
  • Taking a deep breath, you pulled the leg of your pants and traced the outline if your old scars on your shin with the razor blade
  • Seven did realize how much he had hurt you, and just to be sure he checked the security camera he had installed in your room
  • When he saw that you were hurting himself he rose from his chair and ran to the bedroom, desperate to stop you
  • “Stop what you’re doing right now!”
  • You looked at him with tears in your eyes and yelled “so now you care?!”
  • With a firm look he pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, showing his own scars and cuts
  • Taken back, you looked confused at him
  • He just smiled sad
  • “I know life is hard, okay? I know I am a shitty boyfriend, a shitty brother, a shitty person. But that doesn’t mean you are, do you understand that? It might not seem like it right now, but I really do love you. Like, I really love you. Can we make a deal? If you try to never do it again, so will I”
  • You nodded and hugged him, both of you apologizing for not being there for each other


  • Being practically blind, he depened a lot on his touch
  • Because of this, he had really sensitive finger tips
  • As weeks passed and you got closer to the handsome photographer, you let him touch and explore more and more of you
  • His new favorite hobby was to just run his hands over your smooth skin, trying to picture exactly what you looked like
  • During a particularly steamy makeout session you were on his lap, his hand travelling up your thighs where he could feel raised lines on your otherwise close to perfect skin
  • Pulling away from the kiss and raising an eyebrow questioningly, he kept tracing the lines
  • You hesitated before you admitted that you had self harmed, and he asked you if you had any other scars
  • Nodding despite his lack of sight, you took his hand and placed it on your wrist so he could feel them
  • He smiled sad and kissed your wrist
  • “You don’t have any fresh, do you?”
  • When you confirmed that you didn’t, he held you closer and kissed your nose
  • “I like everything about you, you know? You’re human, bad things are bound to happen sometimes. You got through it though, and I’m proud of you for that. Please remember that”


  • He didn’t like to admit it, but something about you pulled him towards you
  • The way you always put up with his bursts of anger and sadness and comforted him, made him care for you more and more as time passed
  • So when he saw you sleeping on the couch, his first reacting was to smile as you looked cute and carefree
  • And as he did find you quite attractive (not that he would ever admit that), he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over your sleeping body
  • When he saw the scars and cuts on your wrist where your shirt had riled up your arms, he got mad
  • ?? Who had dared to hurt someone as nice as you??
  • He woke you up suprisingly gently, wanting to know who he needed to kill
  • Disoriented from sleeping, you said that he didn’t need to worry but he refused to give up, so he asked his brother
  • He admitted that he had seen you harm yourself but hadn’t really figured a way to confront you about it yet
  • Saeran got even more mad and walked back to the couch where you had gotten up and was now lazily stretching
  • “Why the fuck are you hurting yourself? Explain!” he growled and pushed you against the wall
  • Stuttering and ashamed you explained that it was a way to deal with sadness, but he didn’t get it at all
  • “Giving yourself another type of pain will just make you more sad, you idiot! God, what’s wrong with you?”
  • Hearing the guy you were crushing on saying this to you and literally growling made you tear up, and you saw his expression change to one of sorrow
  • “I-I’m sorry, okay? It’s just… You’ve helped me so much and I want to return the favor, but I have no idea how to. You… You are special, I don’t want you to be sad”
  • You met his eyes and saw how sincere he was, and was suprised when he hugged you tight
  • “Please don’t ever do it again, MC”
Jinsik (M)

“Do you know what kind of cuisine we make here at Eat Jin?” Jin slowly paces back in forth in front of you, his arms crossed, and a serious expression on his face.“Our cuisine is heavily influenced by French and Italian, but we use many flavors that are prevalent in Hansik.”

Your eyes sweep the expanse of his kitchen. “It’s like your own twist on Hansik. Jin’s Hansik, or Jinsik, if you will.”

“Jinsik? I like it. You know I’m a sucker for puns.” He lets out a hearty chuckle.

Originally posted by bangtanjaemi

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader, but all members are featured

Genre: Chef!AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary: It has been three years since you were last in Seoul, and it has been just as long since you saw Seokjin. In that time, since graduating culinary school, you toured Europe, learning as much about the culture and cuisine as you could. Jin went on to open the most successful restaurant in Korea. When you return home, you just know that this restaurant is where you’re supposed to be. 

Word count: 12.7k

Content/warnings: Lots of swearing. Smut! 6/7 of Bangtan are complete assholes, especially Namjoon and Taehyung. 

A/N: This turned out to be a lot angrier than I intended I think I used it to let out a lot of pent up anger I had lol maybe I have issues. @jeonjiah and @showyourdesire asked to be notified when this fic comes out ☺️

You stand in front the the building’s brick facade, resume in hand, steeling yourself for what you’re about to do. It’s cold out. Though it’s late February and the promises of spring are just a few weeks away, it still feels like the dead of winter. You can see your breath as you try to steady it. The snow had stopped falling last week, but the cold that it brought in still lingers. It’s dark out. Except for the dim yellow glow of the street lamp above you, and the light streaming from inside of the window that you’re staring into. It has been a while since you’ve experienced this kind of frigidity, and even longer since you were last in Seoul.

You spent the last three years travelling all around Europe, learning the cuisine of the cultures there, adding to your culinary arsenal.  However, eventually homesickness got the better of you, and you found yourself back home in Seoul, where your love of food all began.

You stand there shivering beneath the wooden sign that perches above the door. Eat Jin, it reads. The finest restaurant in the country, owned by the best chef on this side of the Pacific. The crowd is pretty light for a Friday night, and you’re thankful. You gotta do this Y/N, you say to yourself. Now go in there before you change your mind. You swing the door open and step inside, suddenly enveloped by warmth.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if you have done this before/if you want to do it, but could you please write smth were seven and yoosung are self-conscious about their body cause they aren't really fit and their MC is a well known model? Thank youuuuuuu

Awh :(
Smol spoilers for Seven’s ending, none for Yoosung
Seven’s is so much longer than Yoosung’s I’m sorry ;;
Smol reminder I’d love to do some Valentines themed asks~
~Mod L


Yoosung glanced at his phone, and quickly jumped out of bed, running out of his room. I can’t be late agaiiiiiin!
He quickly grabbed his bag, and ran out the door. He barely had his jacket on when he ran onto the bus, plopping down on the first empty seat he saw. He pulled out his phone, and let out a sigh of relief as he saw the bus will arrive to campus on time. He leaned his head back and felt his stomach grumble. Oh no…..

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A/N: This is the sequel to Silence, which was far more popular than I thought it would be, so thank you all for that! This sequel was requested by @pixikinz (it’s not tagging you I’m sorry!) and a few other people that I’m having trouble finding and tagging… I’ll tag @princess-of-erebor1992 for helping me get up the courage to write it. I hope you enjoy this!

Summary: You adjust to life with Thorin’s Company, and find yourself drawn to its charismatic leader.

Word Count: 1,551

Warnings: Shirtless Thorin (shield our eyes from the beauty!!), mention of wounds

Once Thorin learned your name, he used it as often as possible. It made you feel more at home to hear your name so frequently, even if it was in a voice that did not at all sound like home. Thorin’s voice was deep and resonant, regal with a hint of wildness that you wondered if he might ever tame.

You hoped he wouldn’t.

His company had gotten better about not begging you to sing at every moment. They only asked for music every few hours, which was easier on you. Kili and Ori asked most often, the former with fluttering eyelashes that betrayed his flirtatious youthfulness, the latter with a shy bashfulness that you found hard to refuse. In the end, you sang more than you meant to, though Thorin was always mindful of his dwarves’ requests. He would quell the requests that would tax you the most, smiling in that close-lipped way of his as you nodded your silent thanks. Some days he would not let you sing at all, to your bafflement.

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A Purrfect Evening

I’m partaking in Marichat May again! Hurrah!! I have some kind of commitment to my work <33

The prompt was Sin II, except I haven’t done a Sin I… like, ever… so uMM

This was inspired a bit by my own comic if you want to see my bad doodles

A Purrfect Evening - a Marichat sin fic feat. puns (1748 words)

Warnings: descriptive kissing scene and implicit sexual content

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celepom  asked:

More "Protection" series! Bessie using the power of Gossip to get the jerks blacklisted or otherwise ruin their lives. And the Mayor reaching out with an olive branch and an opportunity for them not to be jerks and well...if they reject it, The Mayor Does What He Wants *plays saxaphone off*

If you wanna catch up on the Protective Series, they’re all here on ao3! This one should be there soon too.

I’m glad YOU had an idea of how I could include these two. Thanks for this! Bessie is seriously underrated.

Bonus: The jerks have names! Hopefully that makes things less confusing XD

(also there is a readmore, just an fyi. You’ll thank me later, this got LONG)

It was late at night when Milford Meanswell let himself into Bessie Busybody’s house.

“Bessie? Are you here?” Milford called. He heard her voice in the kitchen and wandered in. She was sitting at the table, talking into the phone and playing with the cord. In front of her was a pad of paper and a pen.

“Margret, if you could pull that off, it would be divine!” She was saying. Milford tried to get her attention but she waved him off impatiently, “Tell everyone you know! We’re boycotting the paper until they do something about him! … Oh don’t you worry about that. I’m sure I’ll find something. … Good night, dear. Thanks again.” 

Bessie hung up and turned to Milford, “You’ll never guess what I’ve been up to!” she said excitedly.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry, I'm feeling really down, and whenever you have the time, could you please write Dazai with an S/O that doesn't really feel like a person? They just feel so empty inside with the rare emotion sadness coming and going, and they feel scared that they can't connect with anyone because they don't even know how to try and begin to.

((I did my best with this, and I hope it helps to cheer you up a bit. If ever you need someone to talk to, my doors are open.))

There it was again, the sad look that occasionally crossed your face. Just barely there, but there nonetheless. Others may not notice it, but Dazai definitely did.

You two were on a walk when he noticed the slight shift in your expression. Upon taking notice he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he walked and making numerous jokes in an attempt to see if it would go away, but it was all to no avail. And while he had decided it was best to put off asking, as it could make you uncomfortable…..

“Say, (Y/N),” he said, looking down at you with a bright smile. How was it that he managed to be so happy all the time? “I’m going to ask you something, you don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to but…”

His voice grew slightly more serious as he spoke, and when you looked at him again you found he was no longer smiling but instead looking at you with a somewhat puzzled expression you couldn’t decipher. “(Y/N), why are you sad?”

“W-what do you mean?” You stammered, surprised by the question. You werent quite sure what you had expected him to ask, but that wasn’t it. “I’m…I’m not.”

“Like I said, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he said, smile back. “But if you ever do want to, I’ll listen.”

You two walked quietly for a bit before you finally decided to speak again. “Is it that obvious?”

“You know,” you shrugged.

“Not really,” he responded sincerely.

“Then how did you notice?”

“Because I know that expression all too well,” was his only reply.

You two resumed back into silence, but you knew well he was just waiting for you to open up more.

“It’s…hard to explain,” you finally began, wringing your hands nervously. “It’s just, I can’t…I can’t connect with anyone. I try but I can’t, I don’t know how. It all just…I just feel so…empty.”

It was hard getting the words out and explaining while ignoring the burn behind your eyes, instantly regretting having spoken.

“I understand,” Dazai said, to your surprise. “I used to feel that way quite often. I still do at times.”

You could tell by the expression on his face he was being sincere. “The reason I had joined the mafia was to try and get rid of that emptiness, afterall…”

“Did it work?”

“No, but I did meet someone there who helped a bit,” he answered, once again an unreadable expression crossing his face. “The feeling never went away entirely, but I guess you could say I became less apathetic. I learned to understand those around me.”

He stopped walked for a moment, turning you around to face him. “As much as I’d like to, I can’t just snap my fingers and suddenly fix everything up, I cant. As a matter a fact, I can’t fix it at all. But I can stay by your side to pick you up when you fall, and to at least try and guide you. And I promise I’ll do just that, alright?”

You nodded, and as soon as you did Dazai’s smile returned, his arm around your shoulder once again. “How about we go prank Kunikada? That always cheers me up when I’m upset.”

anonymous asked:

Remember Me - Cody & Obi-Wan (post order 66 or deaged Obi-Wan)

Originally posted by viccessszindi

Playing fast and loose with canon because I do what I want.
Written for this meme

Objectively, Ben knows that you are supposed to have memories, even blurry, of your early life. He knows this.
But for him, anything before he joined the Imperial Academy at eight is blank. Nothing here.
His first memory is of the Academy large doors.


Ben learns quickly not to trust anyone. His teachers are mostly sadists or spiteful beings, the others students all dream of being Inquisitors or even one of the rumored Hands and don’t hesitate to literally stab each other, the watchers, mostly stormtroopers, will never, ever help them.

However, you don’t survive long without alliance either. Ben makes contacts, temporary alliances and even more fleeting ‘friends’ and learns to sleep with one eye open.

Despite his best effort, though, something tells him there are two beings he can trust.
The first one is Mara. She’s younger, vicious, and as trusting as a beaten cat. But once he managed to approach her…
He had no idea loyalty was something that existed inside the Academy.

The other one is, to his utter bafflement, a stormtrooper. He has no idea what the Force (because that’s what the little voice must be, he knows this) is on about with that, they never talked, they never even interacted, he can’t even begin to understand how he knows it’s this trooper watching them and not another of the hundreds of soldiers that come and go.
But listening to the Force hasn’t led him astray, yet. So. Mara, and a random trooper.

That is more than most of them have.


As soon as Ben understands what the teachers plan to do with those that trust each other, why they were subtly, covertly, encouraged to form at least one true alliance, Mara and him get in the worst fight of their young lives.
She gives him a long scar across his left eye, narrowly missing gouging it out while she tried to plunge a stylus into his brain.
He gives her three deep scars across her throat, avoiding the jugular only because a trooper – the trooper – pulled him off Mara just in time.

At least, that’s what it looks like.
Better estranged and safe from the death matches, than pitted against each other to kill any strong attachment they may have.

If they talk at all after that, it’s only when they are absolutely certain that there isn’t a single soul or device able to see or hear them. And even those encounters are short.
They are also only possible at all because the trooper is helping them. He keeps silent but turns his head the other way or signals them when the coast is clear.
Mara doesn’t trust him, but Ben knows he can.


Darth Vader doesn’t come to the Acadamy that often but, when he does…
Well, let’s say that Ben is pretty sure the Sith is totally bipolar.
Sometimes, he can feel the man’s gaze upon him, greed and longing sickeningly mixing into the Force, and the Sith will offer him praise, fighting tips, lightsaber training.
Other times, the Emperor’s right hand will take great pleasure in utterly humiliating him in front of his peers and leave him bruised and bloody on the floor.

Ben doesn’t know if the Sith wants him as his apprentice or wants to kill him with his bare hands.
He doesn’t plan on staying around to find out.


Fleeing the Academy on his own would have been impossible.
Fleeing the Academy with Mara playing diversion would still have been pretty infeasible.
Fleeing the Academy with Mara playing diversion and the trooper alongside him, opening locked doors and using secret corridors that Ben never found even during all his explorations…

It’s not easy, they are almost made a dozen of times, but almost is all that they need and they make it.

Soon, they are far from Coruscant, in a small ship bound for the Outer Rim, safe in hyperspace.
At fourteen years old, Ben is free for the first time in his life, free from the black taint of the Dark Side of the Force which was never is calling, which he knew wasn’t right.
The reality of the situation gets to him like a punch in the gut and he collapses in the trooper’s arms.

When the noise stop rigging in his ears, Ben is lying in the man’s lap, bare fingers stroking his short, red hair and hesitantly tracing the scar across his eye.
The trooper has removed his helmet and Ben can see his face for the first time. Tanned skin, harsh lines, black hair with white stripes at the temples… a large scar around his eye, too.

« I’m Cody. Do you remember me, Gen… Obi-Wan ? » the man asks, like the question has been burning his lips for years.

There is a whole story behind that question, behind that name that is not his but feels right, and Ben will get to the bottom of it, learn what he has apparently forgotten.

« No, » he answers and watches as the man’s – Cody’s – eyes darken with grief and anger. « But I don’t need to. I trust you. »

Ben (Obi-Wan ?) closes his eyes and hums softly as Cody’s fingers resume their soft stroking through his hair.
He’s safe. Memories can come back later.

Don't You Dare

Prompt: Dating Obi Wan and being a mother figure to Anakin. You become incredibly concerned when you see/hear what happened on one of their missions. Reader is also a non Jedi. She does fight though.

Y/N glanced up to see Obi-Wan and Anakin had been separated. Her heart rate increased when she noticed her Jedi boyfriend was slowly being boxed in. Growling, she started sprinting toward him. With a battle cry, she cracked her electro-whip. She trapped three assailants and shocked them. Obi-Wan momentarily stopped, smirking when he saw Y/N kicking ass. He resumed his own attacks as Y/N moved on as well.

It wasn’t long until the circle that had surrounded Obi-Wan was gone. Allowing herself to show her worry, Y/N rushed over to the Jedi. She jumped into his embrace, closing her eyes. She pecked his cheek and stroked his hair.

“Are you alright?” she asked.
He nodded and smirked. “I couldn’t help but notice your incredible form.”
“What can I say?” she teased before glancing around. “Where’s Anakin?”
Obi-Wan became serious. “He was right behind me.”

A loud scream brought both of their attention to another huddle of enemies. Y/N’s blood began to boil as she recognized the voice to be Anakin’s. She set her jaw and hurried forward, Obi-Wan in tow.

The two of them fought those that they could. Y/N threw many to the ground with her electro-whip. Sensing the disruption, the huddle began to focus on the pair. Just like the one before, the pair worked through them quickly.

“Stop!” a voice boomed.

Obi-Wan and Y/N turned to face the leader as the other soldiers halted. The leader was holding Anakin with a blaster to his head. Blood was dripping from the younger Jedi’s head. Y/N turned to look at Obi-Wan. Her eyes widened when a soldier pulled his lightsaber away and kept him in a hold. Y/N made a move toward him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the leader hollered.
Y/N halted, her stony glare turning toward him. “Let them go.”
The leader laughed. “You must first agree to leave us alone. Then I shall release your friends.”
“Don’t, Y/N, he’s ly-” Anakin tried calling before his mouth was covered.
She tightened her grip. Her eyes narrowed even further.
“And if you don’t, I shall…dispose of them.”
“Don’t you dare,” she threatened.
Anakin said he can manage to duck, Obi-Wan spoke into her mind.
Y/N flicked her eyes to Obi-Wan’s earnest ones. Neither wanted Anakin to get hurt, but they weren’t in the best of positions. With a deep breath, Y/N took a step forward. Her cold glare remained on the leader.
“Fine. We’ll leave you alone.”
“Good,” the leader replied smugly.

Before he could get another word out, Y/N shot her whip toward the leader. Anakin just barely dodged the electrical weapon, dropping to his knees. Y/N yanked her weapon, pulling the leader along with it all the way to the ground. Quickly, she released him and turned to free Obi-Wan. Not but a moment later, she round up those closest to her, including their leader, and shocked them. This caused the rest of them to scatter. When they were gone, Y/N retracted her whip and raced over to Anakin; he was still kneeling on the ground.

“Ani,” she breathed with relief, “Are you alright?”
He laughed as she began to check for more wounds. “I’m fine, Y/N.”
“Let me look at your face,” she paused while examining him, “You might need to head to Medbay with this one. Can you walk?”
“It was my face, not my legs.”
“What were you thinking?” Obi-Wan’s voice piped in, “I told you not to separate.”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Do you realize how horrible that could’ve gone?” Y/N continued, her worry bubbling over, “You could’ve been in serious trouble! What if Obi or I couldn’t get to you in time? What then? We could’ve lost you, Anakin!”
He lowered his head slightly. A small tear slipped out. “I said I was sorry.”

Y/N’s expression softened as she pulled the Jedi in for a hug. The boy curled his head into her shoulder while returning the hug. The young woman stroked Anakin’s hair in order to soothe him. Obi-Wan looked on with a slightly forlorn expression before placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“We just want you to be safe, Ani,” Y/N cooed, “You two are all the family I have.”
Anakin nodded and sniffed. “I know. Me too.”
Y/N placed a soft kiss on his head. “Now, come on. We should get you two back to Coruscant.”

The pair stood up, Obi-Wan slinging Anakin’s arm over his shoulders. He thought to protest until he noticed Y/N watching him carefully. The woman smiled softly before moving to Obi-Wan’s other side. She placed a soft, chaste kiss on his cheek.

“I’m glad you’re safe too,” she whispered.
He smirked before pecking her lips. “We’re still a family for another day.”
“You two couldn’t wait, could you?” Anakin whined slightly with a smirk.

The couple chuckled as they continued to walk back toward their ship. Y/N smiled at the two most important people in her life. She knew she’d still have to keep an eye on them.

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signs as shit from the secret history
  • Aries: 'A week or two before the paper was due, he had started showing up in my room about two or three in the morning, looking as if he had just narrowly escaped some natural disaster, his tie askew and his eyes wild and rolling. “Hello, hello,” he would say, stepping in, running both hands through his disordered hair. “Hope I didn’t wake you, don’t mind if I cut on the lights, do you, ah, here we go, yes, yes.…” He would turn on the lights and then pace back and forth for a while without taking off his coat, hands clasped behind his back, shaking his head. Finally he would stop dead in his tracks and say, with a desperate look in his eye, “Metahemeralism. Tell me about it. Everything you know. I gotta know something about metahemeralism.”
  • “I’m sorry. I don’t know what that is.”
  • “I don’t either,” Bunny would say brokenly. “Got to do with art or pastoralism or something. That’s how I gotta tie together John Donne and Isaac Walton, see.” He would resume pacing.
  • “Bunny, I don’t think ‘metahemeralism’ is even a word.”'
  • Taurus: 'Late that night—two a.m.—my house chairperson pounded on my door and yelled that I had a phone call. Dazed with sleep, I put on my bathrobe and stumbled downstairs. It was Francis. “What do you want?” I said.
  • “Richard, I’m having a heart attack.” I looked with one eye at my house chairperson —Veronica, Valerie, I forget her name —who was standing by the phone with her arms folded over her chest, head to one side in an attitude of concern. I turned my back. “You’re all right,” I said into the receiver. “Go back to sleep.”
  • “Listen to me.” His voice was panicky. “I’m having a heart attack. I think I’m going to die.”
  • “No you’re not.”
  • “I have all the symptoms. Pain in the left arm. Tightness in chest. Difficulty breathing.”
  • “What do you want me to do?”
  • “I want you to come over here and drive me to the hospital.”
  • “Why don’t you call the ambulance?” I was so sleepy my eyes kept closing.
  • “Because I’m scared of the ambulance,” said Francis, but I couldn’t hear the rest because Veronica, whose ears had pricked up at the word ambulance, broke in excitedly.
  • “If you need a paramedic, the guys up at the security booth know CPR,” she said eagerly. “They’re on call from midnight to six. They also run a van service to the hospital. If you want me to I’ll—”
  • “I don’t need a paramedic,” I said. Francis was repeating my name frantically at the other end.
  • “Here I am,” I said.
  • “Richard?” His voice was weak and breathy. “Who are you talking to? What’s wrong?”
  • “Nothing. Now listen to me—”
  • “Who said something about paramedic?”
  • “Nobody. Now listen. Listen,” I said, as he tried to talk over me. “Calm down. Tell me what’s wrong.”
  • “I want you to come over. I feel really bad. I think my heart just stopped beating for a moment. I—”
  • “Are drugs involved?” said Veronica in a confidential tone.
  • “Look,” I said to her, “I wish you’d be quiet and let me hear what this person is trying to say.”
  • “Richard?” said Francis. “Will you just come get me?Please?”
  • There was a brief silence.
  • “All right,” I said, “give me a few minutes,” and I hung up the phone.'
  • Gemini: 'Access to the snail's interior was gained by a child-sized tunnel.[...] From this tunnel, I was extremely startled to see protruding a pair of adult male feet, shod in some oddly familiar brown-and-white spectator shoes. I caught and shook a bony kneecap. 'Charles.'
  • He began to flounder wildly, as if he had waked to find himself in ten feet of water. At length, and after repeated assurances that I was who I said I was, he fell on his back again, breathing hard.
  • 'Richard,' he said thickly. 'Thank God. I though you were some kind of creature from space.''
  • Cancer: '"Richard old Man
  • are you Frozen? it is quite warm here. We live in a Penscione (sp.) I ordered Conche by mistake yesterday in a restaurant it was awful but Henry ate it. Everybody here is a damn Catholic."'(Bunny's letter)
  • Leo: The barmaid- in her fifties, with turquoise eye shadow and lots of turquoise rings to match- looked us over, our suits and ties. She seemed startled by Charles's order of two double whiskeys and a club sandwich. [...] When his sandwich came he picked it apart, ate the bacon and left the rest, while I drank my drink and watched the Lakers.
  • Virgo: ''Now,' he said. 'A single cap, roughly this size, of A. phalloides is enough to make a healthy seventy-pound dog quite ill. [...]'
  • 'Henry, how do you know this?'
  • He was silent for a moment. Then he said, 'Do you know those two horrible boxer dogs who belong to the couple who live upstairs?'
  • It was dreadful but I had to laugh, I couldn't help it. 'No' I said. 'You didn't.'
  • 'I’m afraid I did,'he said dryly, mashing out his cigarette.'
  • Libra: ''The poison doesn't take effect for at least twelve hours,'he said. 'So even if I overdose I'll have a certain advantage, a grace period. With an antidote on hand for myself, just in case...'
  • 'An antidote?' I said, jarred, leaning back in my chair. 'Is there such a thing?'
  • 'Atropine. It's in deadly nightshade.'
  • 'Well, Jesus, Henry. If you don't finish yourself off with one you will with the other.''
  • Scorpio: 'We went through a brief spate of target practice, shooting at mason jars that were lined on a wicker tea-table we'd dragged into the yard. But that came to a quick end when Henry, who was very nearsighted, shot and killed a duck by mistake. He was quite shaken by it and we put the pistol away.'
  • Sagittarius: 'The guard turned quickly, and somehow his gaze landed not on Henry but on Francis, who was standing staring into space. "So it's you, is it?" he said with venom. "Mr Off-Campus who thinks he can park in the faculty parking lot."
  • Francis started, a wild look in his eye.
  • "Yes, you. You know how many unpaid violations you're carrying? Nine. I turned your registration in to the Dean just last week. They can put you on probation, hold your transcripts, what have you. Suspend your library priveledges. If it was up to me they'd put you in jail."
  • Francis gaped at him. Henry caught him by the sleeve and pulled him away. [...]
  • "Why the hell haven't you paid those parking tickets?" Henry whispered to him.
  • "Leave me alone."'
  • Capricorn: 'What I did experience when alone was a sort of general neurotic horror, a common attack of nerves and self-loathing magnified to the power of ten. Every cruel or fatuous thing I’d ever said came back to me with an amplified clarity, no matter how I talked to myself or jerked my head to shake the thoughts away; old insults and guilts and embarrassments stretching clear back to childhood—the crippled boy I’d made fun of, the Easter chick I’d squeezed to death—paraded before me one by one, in vivid and mordant splendor.'
  • Aquarius: '"Well, if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o'clock, you hardly think what you're going to feed the corpse for dinner."
  • "Asparagus is in season," said Francis helpfully.'
  • Pisces: 'Once, over dinner, Henry was quite startled to learn from me that men had walked on the moon. 'No,' he said, putting down his fork. 'Its true,' chorused the rest, who had somehow managed to pick this up along the way. "I don't believe it."
  • “I saw it,” said Bunny. “It was on television."
  • 'How did they get there? When did this happen?'

helloletsgetlostinwonderland  asked:

Hey I just read your Read you like a book fix and I really love your writing! I was wondering if you could maybe write a bellarke Drabble along the lines of Clarke saying "I don't know how to love people without them dying"

Thanks so much! I didn’t use that exact line but they have that general conversation. Thanks for the prompt! ao3

“This is where it falls apart,” Clarke whispers. Her finger traces random patterns across Bellamy’s chest, his gently untangling the knots in her hair.

The sun hasn’t yet risen but the sky outside has begun to lighten, those nebulous hours when night fades to morning and the world starts to think about waking up. Clarke greets them like an old friend. Most nights she wakes with a jolt– sometimes from nightmare, other times from the stress of an unimaginably long to-do list– and lets the slow ascent into day calm her racing mind.

Today, however, she wants to stay in that in-between state.

“What are you talking about?” His voice is low and hoarse. Neither of them slept much last night, but they didn’t exactly do much talking either. It had been a long time coming between them, and there wasn’t a lot they’d needed to say.

“I don’t want to get up.” She tilts her head up to look at him. “In my experience, when we leave this bed is when things go wrong. Your space girlfriend crash-lands, Roan kidnaps me…” She pauses. “Your adviser tries to assassinate me and hits you instead.”

His hand falters where it ghosts down her spine. She’d never told him explicitly what had happened between her and Lexa, but he knows she blames herself.

“To my knowledge, Miller isn’t out for your blood,” he says lightly, resuming his soothing path with more intent than before. “I don’t have a space girlfriend, and we’re on good terms with Roan–”

Clarke makes a tch noise and feels the dip of his chest as he huffs a laugh.

“Okay, so we’re on good terms with Azgeda. Roan himself might still have a bone to pick with me, but that’s more of a personal grudge than political.”

“You shot him.”

“He stabbed me first,” Bellamy says reflexively. Clarke’s mouth curls into a smile. It’s moments like that when she can really tell he grew up with a sibling. “Besides, I think we’re square now. Even if he doesn’t like me much, I doubt he’ll ruin our treaty by seeking retribution. Not after the hours of meetings we had to sit through.”

Clarke sighs and props herself up on his chest so she can see him better. She’s not sure if it’s the sex or the hour, but there’s a certain softness to his features that makes her heart ache. That makes her want to be soft with him in return.

“Every time I let myself love someone, something terrible has happened. It’s like the universe is punishing me for letting myself be happy.” She flattens her palm over his heart, reassuring herself that he’s still here with her. One of his hands comes up to rest on top of hers, his thumb stroking across her knuckles. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I don’t know if I can–”

Her throat closes up and she breaks off.

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Duty (Ablaze)

(Ao3 link)

“’For all his princely wits and wiles, masks are two years out of style.’ That wasn’t too hard—Severa could practically write these on the spot.”

For the tumblr kink meme prompts: “Severa eating Lucina out on her throne of the Exalt” and “Severa/Lucina, devotion”. Warning for nsfw, mentions of suicide ideation, and Severa’s shameful proclivities. ;(

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Let the Stars Watch

Fandom: Left 4 Dead
Pairing: Nick/Ellis
Rating: M (18+)
Word Count: 4,517
Summary: Nick finds the perfect moment to tell Ellis how he feels. Based on the song ‘Eavesdrop’ by the Civil Wars.

A/N: Thanks to Catty ( mintsharpie​/ellislash​ ) for being a good beta and encouraging me to keep writing in general. 

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Star Wars and Study Dates

for @starbxrn​ for @tfcsecretsanta​ gift exchange
Pairing: Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten
Summary: Andrew just wants to spend some time with his not-boyfriend, but Neil has homework to finish. Once his work is done, they can finish their movie marathon - or maybe not.
Notes: There’s no real plot to this, but it is a fluffy neighbor au with punk!Andrew. I hope you like it.

On Ao3 here

Neil sat at his desk, working through some math problems for his calc class on Monday, when he heard a few soft taps on his bedroom window. He looked up to see his blonde neighbor and not-boyfriend, Andrew Doe Walker, impatiently waiting outside the window.

Sighing, Neil got up from his work and went to unlock and open the window for Andrew. Neil then returned back to his desk as he watched Andrew climb inside.

“Took you long enough. It’s fucking freezing out here,” Andrew complained, leaning against the window sill.

Neil rolled his eyes. “You didn’t have to come in through the window. You could have come in through the front door like a normal human being. It would have probably been faster.”

“Mommy Dearest doesn’t like me, remember?” Andrew taunted, knowing how much Neil cared about his mother. He fished out a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his leather jacket. He lit up one of the cigarettes out of the pocket of his leather jacket. He lit up one of the cigarettes and took a long drag, not caring that he was smoking inside someone else’s house. “She thinks I’m a bad influence or some shit. I wonder where she got an idea like that.”

Neil thought about his mother. She was one of the strongest people he ever known. He admired the strength it took for her to walk out on his abusive father almost ten years ago. He didn’t understand the magnitude of her actions at the time because he was only six years old at the time, but as a seventeen year old now, he could appreciate what she did both for herself and for him.

Unfortunately, leaving Neil’s father left Mary paranoid that Nathan would show up and drag them back to Baltimore with him. That’s why this was their seventh new home in the past year alone. Mary didn’t trust staying in one place for too long, and she certainly didn’t trust outsiders.

“Don’t take it personally,” Neil comforted. “She doesn’t really like anyone.”

Andrew took another long drag on his cigarette. “Why would I start caring about what people think of me now?”

The two bys sat in a comfortable silence as Andrew finished up his cigarette. He stubbed it out in the ashtray that Neil kept on his desk just for Andrew before lighting up another cigarette to smoke.

Neil was thankful that his mother had went out for the evening. He knew her rules about having people, especially Andrew, over at the house was strictly forbidden. She thought that Andrew was dangerous punk and a bad influence. Neil would have to empty the ashtray, removing any evidence that Andrew had ever been over that night. He hoped that the smell of cigarette smoke would dissipate before his mother returned home that night. But for now, he was grateful to have Andrew there with him.

From the seat at his desk, Neil watched Andrew smoke in the window sill. He stared as though he was trying to commit the blonde to hid memory – from the fading blue tips in his hair from the time he let his adopted sister, Renee, dye his hair to his ripped, black skinny jeans and scuffed up combat boots.

Neil loved the way the light gleamed off of Andrew’s lip ring, but he liked the way it felt against his lips more whenever they kissed.

Andrew noticed Neil staring. He locked eyes with him and smirked when he saw Neil steal a quick glance at his lips again. “Yes or no?”

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Danger (M)

BTS Au : Ft. Got7s Jackson & Yugyeom because I love them so fucking much !!!

Gang series - Blood, Killing, talks of killing, sex trafficking, Smut and other stuff

Authors note: Tbh. I’m obsessed with gang stories but I promise, this is the last gang story I will write lmao unless you tell me otherwise. I’m obsessed.  Okay so it’s kinda in first person and Third person, sorry for it to be so confusing !

Kinda based on Danger- BTS - Listen to the song, and read the lyrics if you haven’t already

Teaser  > Part 1 >  Part 2 > Part 3

I was standing on the platform with my boyfriend, his hand on the small of my waist and he introduced why we were all here. I looked down, staring at all of the beautiful people, dressed so formally.

Hearing Michael talk and auction off all of these rare items, made me smile. But something felt wrong, I could taste danger in the crowd. My eyes widened when I saw two masked men, pushing past the crowd of people. No one seemed to notice them except me.

They seemed to blend in, since they had black and white suits on. But I couldn’t see their faces to make out who they were. One of them wore a green wrist band and the other had a red one. The one with the green band was taller than the other. This was invite only so they had to have a band one. 

The building was only two floors and we were on the first. The glass windows made it easy to see through it.

“Michael” I mumbled, as my hand grabbed on to his arm.

“Not now Y/N” he mumbled, as he gave a smile to continue talking.

But it all seemed to happen so fast, gunshots were fired and a couple of people were falling down on the ground. Everyone was screaming and trying to exit out the entrance, some failed. 

Blood was splattered everywhere. The middle of the marble floor was stained with a sticky crimson. My heart began to race faster than ever as I saw the two of them walk towards me and Michael. 

“M-michael” my bottom lip trembling as tears fell from my face.

My hands was squeezing his arm tightly as I looked at the masked man who had aimed a gun towards us. The masked men with the red band ripped me away from Micheal, holding a gun to the side of my head. 

Tears began to fall onto my cheeks as I knew what was coming, what was about to come.

“Do I frighten you princess?” the man with the red band asked me and I bit inside my lip trying not to answer him.

“Please don't do this” I begged the other guy that wore the green band but he just laughed.

“Only if it were that simple” I heard him chuckle as he cocked the gun.

Low sobs escaped from my mouth as the other guy with the green band aimed the gun at Michael, I expected him to say something- anything ! But he stayed calm, quiet even. He wasn’t even scared or showing any emotion.

But before the man with the green band could pull the trigger, Michael said something, 

“What I do isn’t better than Jimin. Killing me in front of my girlfriend makes you weak” Michael snorted.

Pow Pow ..

“But the ‘business’ you do makes you even weaker”

What was he talking about?

Whose Jimin? 

Pow ..

Screams ..

Pow ..

“Michael!” I screamed, wanting to run to him but the guy didn’t let me go. 

The guy pushed me out of his grip and I was caught by the other guy with the green band that shot Michael, who held me as the other guy~ with the red band began to shoot him. He walked over towards Michaels dying body as he shot him right in the chest.


I screamed as he finally let me go. As I fell down to his side, holding his face up, I watched blood pool everywhere. I tried to stop it but it was to much and to late. Tears fell onto his bleeding suit as I hugged his now cold body.

“Michael please” I whispered as my lip quivered and my heart broke.

Sirens ..

I looked up to see the Masked man with the green band, watching me as he put his gun back in the loop of his pants. My lip trembling as I watched him, hatred feeling my heart.

“Your evil” I choked as I swallowed my cries.

“You’re a cutie and I am pitiful” he said shaking his head before pulling the other guy with him and leaving out the building.

It felt as if there was no audio, my mind racing as I looked around. The masked men leaving the scene as we heard sirens in the distant. I saw them climb into a black van, driving off leaving me to see the destruction they caused.

My hands were shaking with fear as I sat in the chair in the police station. I watched my boyfriend get murdered in front of my eyes. How his lifeless body laid next to mine, made my heart sank down into my stomach. 

His blood was everywhere, his blood was on me.


Screams and cries echoed in my throbbing head as I watched the police move around the station talking to witnesses. I couldn’t go home tonight - 

where was home?

 Tears streaming down my cheeks as I remembered those words the masked men last told me before shooting him.

“Do I frighten you princess?”

I held my head tightly as I shook those nightmares from my head, but it was real. It was all real, the blood stains on my evening dress, the dried tears on my cheeks, even the fear in my heart. I hugged the blanket closer to my body as I stared blankly into space.

My body shivered and ached, but forcing myself to ignore it as I continued my sniffling. My eyes were red and swollen and my lips were dry, besides the pink residue of lipstick I wore.

“Miss do you mind if we ask you a couple of questions?”

My eyes sleepily looked up to the man in uniform as I nodded slowly.

“I’m officer Jeon Jungkook, and this is my partner Jackson. He is the sketch artist, so after I question you, you can describe what you saw to him yeah?” he nodded, making sure I was comfortable.

I mouthed an okay and he begin to ask me questions.

“Did you see how this man looked?” Officer Jeon asked me.

“T-they wore a mask but I could see there hair color, brown. They wore bands”, “They also said something to me”I spoke, trying to think of how he looked.

“What did they say miss?” he asked, “and what color bands?”

I looked into his eyes, he looked young but fit, he didn’t have as much of a masculine figure than Jackson but he had some. Jackson looked young and fit as well. Seeing the outline of his muscles from his shirt. 

Jackson- was already probably drawing how I described the two masked murders. Well the little bit I saw of the men.

“One said, ‘Do i frighten you princess’ then he smiled at me.”

 A small chuckle left his lips and I shot him a glare.

“Are you sure that's what he said?” he asked, amused by my words.

“Y-yes, do you not believe me?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

“Well, I just find how a murder would come, shoot up the place, kill someone and say ‘Do I frighten you princess’ very hilarious" he chuckled.

What was funny about this? 

“This is serious” Jackson said elbowing Officer Jeon.

Clearing his throat, he nodded, getting back to the conversation.

“What about the other guy?”

“T-the other guy said, You’re a cutie and I am pitiful’. Then he left in a black van with his partner” you answered.

He hummed, a small smirk fading on his lips. 

What was his deal?

“Okay miss is there anything else you want to tell us about this encounter?” he asked me, looking into my eyes to see if I was legit.

“Michael mentioned something about a guy name Jimin? I-I don’t know what he meant”I remembered, trying to give him as much information as possible.

His eyes widened from the name and he moved closer to me,” did he say who Jimin was?” he asked.

“I-I don’t know. I just want to go home right now. Can someone take me home?” I asked as I swallowed the pit in my throat.

“Yes of course. We will bring you to the station tomorrow to resume this” he nodded.

All I could hear was his voice echoing in my mind through the whole night. 

“Do I frighten you princess?”

“You’re a cutie and I am pitiful” 


As I got home, throwing away my outfit from earlier and washing my body that reeked of painful memories and the smell of blood. I wondered about everything that happened today. Who was this Jimin person? And what was that guy talking about, ‘business’ ?

I wandered if they came for Michael, would they come for me as well? That’s when I knew I wasn’t going to get sleep.


A/N. So this is just a new story i’m working on. I hope you guys enjoy it.

And So It Goes

aka the one where Justin and [Y/N] are friends, but they also like eachother, and one night, [Y/N] gets drunk so Justin takes her back home

Also, I hope the person that requested this doesn’t mind that I decided not to have the two have sex, seeing as [Y/N]’s intoxicated and it just wouldn’t be right. Hopefully, I achieved the level of intimacy you were asking for. (But I’m like 99% sure you just wanted some smut, I see yall nastees.)

And lastly, the title is from the song You are in Love by Taylor Swift. Honestly, it is such a bop, it’s been my favorite song off the album since Day One. I really do suggest listening to it while you read this, it’s really cute and illustrates the friendship better than I even can wtf.

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ZMD7 - Regret

OR: Zuko Gets an Earful From Katara

Rating: T

Word Count: 724

Children giggle and whisper to one another as they crowd outside the door of Master Katara’s healing room. They can’t see who’s in there, but that’s not what interests them.

Master Katara is swearing.

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anonymous asked:

Rest of the boys pestering Hanamiya to introduce his gf to them since they don't know who she is, and is it isn't a bother, finally meeting the said gf

I apologize for the lack of posts yesterday. Life kept me busy…

Keep in mind that our boys swear a little more than necessary here.

HANAMIYA could now admit; this was gradually turning out to be a huge hassle and he had no intention whatsoever to just sit by and endure it for much longer. His patience was running thin.

HARA’s persistent comments came like a thunderstorm every time he was not busy with training. “Come on, Boss. Let us meet her~” he often brought the subject up while popping his bubbles in that characteristic, leisure way of his. “How bad can she be? Or you’re actually afraid she might fall in love with one of us and dump you? Or…” he contemplated and grinned widely. “Or… she is too damn pretty and you don’t want the rest of us to set our eyes on her? Naaah. I don’t believe that. I bet her boobs are too—”

Hanamiya did not offer a coherent reply whatsoever. He simply moved to, oh so accidentally, step on Hara’s toes and increased the number of rounds he had to run around Kirisaki Daiichi’s gym. And the number of push-ups. And the number of squats… amongst other things. Times like these made being the team’s Coach immensely satisfying and worth the trouble. It felt quite liberating too.

As soon as Hara’s pestering paused, a new wave came to flood him. “How is she called again?” FURUHASHI wondered out loud, features unmoving and undisturbed. It was an indirect challenge for Hanamiya to take active part in the conversation. He’d me damned if he fell into that ridiculous trap, though. Hanamiya resumed the process of changing clothes with deliberate nonchalance.

Despite seeing Hanamiya’s apparent refusal to participate, Furuhashi did not stop. “What do you think, Yamazaki?” he turned to the other man, changing his tactics by acting as though Hanamiya was not actually present and very much able to hear anything that transpired. That might pick their Captain’s interest more. “Is she a senpai or a kouhai? Maybe she’s a classmate?” he paused to consider the matter carefully. “I hardly know anyone in our year-group that is worth paying attention to, though. And a small age difference might bring more spice to the relationship,” he muses, with a sense of only just lukewarm interest lacing his words.

YAMAZAKI was not late to join this peculiar annoy-the-hell-out-of-Hanamiya dance. “Are you sure she’s attending Kirisaki? Maybe she’s his neighbor or something. Peeking through half-closed windows is a damn great way to start a relationship; if you know what I mean.”

“I hope she is at Kirisaki,” Furuhashi insisted. “If not, and assuming that we’ll need to beat some sense into certain nuisances and potential rivals sometime soon, then that will mean the Student Council will eventually have to get involved. The President gets on my nerves.”

“You’re damn right,” Yamazaki agrees. “She keeps an eye on us like we’re planning to jump her! As if… stupid bitch. Boss better not—”

Hanamiya could no longer keep his calm façade. “What Student Council nonsense are you spurting out, you morons?” he scoffed, huffing a few strands of hair away from his face. “Stop assuming bullshit and dress up already!”

Yamazaki was the only one of the two that grimaced lightly and soon both of them started removing their sweaty shirts and reaching to grab their towels to wipe their perspiration.

“Where is that bastard Hara anyway?” Yamazaki randomly inquired, kicking the bench on which SETO slept absentmindedly, while putting on another clean T-shirt. “He always drops the best ideas at times like these.” As soon as those words left Yamazaki’s mouth, Furuhashi turned to level his teammate with a questioning stare. “Eh… don’t tell the prick I said that,” Yamazaki desperately warned and started cursing at the still resting Seto, at the same time as putting on his jacket. The tall Center was rather rudely stirred into action. “Move your ass already, lazy gorilla!” the red-haired growled, kicking the bench relentlessly once more.

Seto finally pulled himself into a sitting position. “Like anyone could sleep with you bickering like damned chickens. Do yourselves a favor; go find a few women, get laid and stop murmuring like gossiping old women all the time!” He admonished and, shortly after, a meaningful glare from Hanamiya wordlessly ordered him to get dressed fucking now and go home. The sooner they had locked and left the locker room, the better.

Hanamiya, namely the cause of Hara’s disappearance, did not answer Yamazaki’s question; in fact, he ignored it altogether and calmly clad his neck with his scarf. Furuhashi was the one who did reply. “Running probably. His sports bag is still here. Damn, captain sure is tough at enacting vengeance.”At that Hanamiya couldn’t help but internally snicker. He might have pretended not to listen, and they might also pretend he wasn’t there only a while ago, but that never meant he didn’t actually pay attention.

Only a moment later. “Damn. I really want to meet that chick. Getting a few tips on how to handle Captain’s mood swings won’t hurt at all. Hara and I always are the punching bags,” Yamazaki remarked, finally reaching for his sack, ready to take his leave. Hanamiya’s annoyed growl was the last thing he heard before being kicked out of the locker room for “taking too much fucking time”.


She was everything and yet nothing like they imagined; pretty, elegant-looking, eyes gleaming with not-yet-fully-manifested intelligence, a little on the cute side and yet confident enough to carry herself proudly.

 Frankly, they couldn’t even properly believe Hanamiya finally agreed to introduce them. He was standing right next to her the entire time, like a hyena protecting her young ones. Hanamiya was never a fan of public displays of affection, but he wasn’t particularly inclined to feed his girlfriend to the starving wolves he called teammates either. His hand was possessively secured around her waist all the while the meeting lasted.

“Holy shit! Just when I started thinking she wasn’t actually real!” Hara exclaimed in surprise, mouth titled upwards as he regarded the pair. “Good job, Captain. She looks good enough to eat. What’s your name, cupcake?”

Yamazaki titled his head to the side, eyeing her from her toes and upwards. “I stand by what I said last time. I’m really glad we got to feast our eyes on this.” The only thing left after appreciating her physical appearance was to ask her about the nature of the methods she implemented to bend the usually ruthless and strict Hanamiya in all ways necessary.

Seto, knowing what Yamazaki was entertaining, laughed mockingly under his breath before commenting, “Drop that thought. Whatever methods she uses, I’m sure would be impossible for you.”

Slightly affronted, Yamazaki turned to cast a brief glare towards the taller player. “What’s with the look?” Seto scowled in return. “Can’t you see the assets she possesses and you don’t? Or you think you can calm Hanamiya down with a kiss or something? I’d rather wash my eyes with chlorine than see this happening.”

“Asshole!” Yamazaki countered defensively. “Don’t give her any wrong impressions!”

Hanamiya’s mighty glare rendered them all silent for a few seconds. “After all your damn complaining, this is what you needed to see her for?” he groaned lowly and moved to whisper something next to her ear.

“Your name?” Furuhashi coolly asked, continuing from where Hara left off, blinking once in a hardly interested manner.

“I am__ __.Nice to meet you!” she bowed in greetings and smiled genuinely at the team’s regulars. “I’ve heard a lot about you all!”

This was a very worrying fact by itself.

1D Preferences #705: Snoring...
  • Louis: "Louis!" you growl, nudging him roughly with your arm. The snoring stops and he groans. "What are you doing?," he huffs, hugging his pillow. "I'm currently debating on smothering you with my pillow," you retort, sticking out your tongue. Stop snoring!" He smirks and presses a kiss to your cheek. "Ah, what a precious thought. I'll stop snoring if you cuddle with me," he decides, pulling you closer. "Deal."
  • Harry: "Good morning, sunshine!" he chirps, letting out a yawn. He glances over at you and pauses, "You don't look very sunshine-y, you okay?" You shake your head and groan. "I'm so tired, you kept me awake with your snoring all night," you admit, covering your eyes. "I'm sorry," he frowns, scratching his neck. "You should've woken me up so I stopped, I'm sorry." You shake your head and shrug. "Nah, you've been really tired and you were on stage all night, you needed sleep," you reply, leaning against his chest. "Nonsense, next time wake me up. I don't wanna keep you awake, love."
  • Zayn: "I do NOT snore!" he protests, fixing his hair. "Oh yeah?" you dig out your phone and press play. "Evidence." The sound of him snoring plays through the speakers and he raises an eyebrow. "You recorded me sleeping?" he asks incredulously, reaching for the phone. "I did," you laugh, stretching out of his reach. "This is an outrage!" he jokes, laughing as he tries to grab the phone. "Not as outrageous as your snoring!" you retort, dropping the phone as he tickles your stomach. "Okay, okay, I admit, I do snore...but at least I don't record you sleeping!" he smirks, deleting the video as he kisses your cheek.
  • Liam: "Liammmm," you grumble, sleepily nudging his side. The snoring stops for a moment but then resumes. "Liam Payne," you whisper, tapping his arm. "Mmph," he grumbles, pulling you closer. "Stop snoring," you sigh, nuzzling his chest. "Sorry," he mutters, lazily kissing your neck. "If I snore again feel free to push me off of the bed." "I already tried that," you joke, earning a sleepy laugh. "Try harder next time, babe," he teases, rubbing your arm. "Gotta work on those arm muscles."
  • Niall: "You were snoring so loud last night," you sigh, leaning on his shoulder. "Was I? Sorry," he replies, kissing your cheek. "You sounded like a lawnmower," you continue, earning a cheerful laugh. "Maybe I was dreaming about cutting grass," he raises a brow and shrugs. "Oh no, you were also saying things in your sleep...or moaning them,rather," you continue, smirking. "Oh? Was I?" he grins, cheeks turning red. "You know you were....it makes up for your snoring, it was interesting to hear what you had to say," you say softly, enjoying his embarrassment. "Yeah...crazy dream...crazy," he mumbles nervously, sticking out his tongue.
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